Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: The Terrorists (MF, rape)
Date: 25 Oct 1995 00:09:43 GMT

			 The Terrorists

	It was mid-afternoon as she sat at her terminal and the day
had begun to grow very long. She began to slip into thoughts of more
interesting things - thoughts that began to make her wet between her
legs when the sound of commotion brought her sharply awake.

	Someone tugged roughly at her chair from behind. At she
turned, annoyed, she was startled to see a dark, coarsely dressed man
holding a machine gun, and trying in broken english to tell her to
stand up.

	She obeyed, knowing better than to argue with a gun, and he
led her to the conference area, where she saw three other armed men
and two dozen of her coworkers. She was pushed roughly into place with
the rest of her associates, standing against the walls of the
conference area. Three of the men left, leaving one to guard the
group.

	A few of the people relaxed enough to begin talking with one
another. She looked at the man next to her, a puzzled expression on
her face. He turned to her and quietly said, "These guys are
Palestinian terrorists. They're trying to bargain for the release of
some of their friends. We're their hostages." She nodded
understanding.

	Just then two of the others returned and conferred with their
guard. "Your people are not cooperating," one of them said to the
group. "We regret that we may have to make an example to show our
sincere intentions."

	He looked over the group. She felt his gaze pass across her
then return. A cold sweat suddenly broke out across her shoulders. He
motioned to one of his men, who walked over to her and took her arm,
pulling her over to the end of the room where the other men were.

	"You will please to undress!" He declared suddenly. She
looked at him, her mouth hanging open. "Undress, - or we will do it
for you." He pulled at her blouse front roughly, popping off several
buttons. She stepped back, then reached for the remaining buttons to
show she meant to comply. She looked around at her own people and felt
her face redden. They looked back with a mixture of sympathy from the
women and something else from the men that might have been
anticipation.

	Slowly, she began to undo buttons. Unfortunately there were
few left to undo. The man prodded her breast with the machine gun and
said "Quickly!" She stepped back and removed her blouse, dropping it
on the table. She unbuttoned the top of her slacks. Again he prodded
her breast with his gun, saying, "No, this next." She understood she
was to remove her bra next. He wanted to see her breasts. Reaching
behind her she found the snap, and fumbled as long as she dared, then
undid it and removed her bra. Determined not to be cowed, she dropped
her bra on the table and stood straight, lifting her full round rosy
tipped breasts to be seen. She heard a few "OHs" from the people and
the armed men began to giggle among themselves like schoolboys peeping
in the girls' locker room. The man with the machine gun reached it
forward. She stood firm. He touched the muzzle to one of her nipples
and flipped it back and forth. "Continue," he said.

	Reaching for her zipper, she pulled it down, releasing the top
of her skirt, which she then pulled down. She now stood dressed only
in her panties. Again he reached with his gun, this time it passed
between her thighs, and he rubbed along her groove a few times through
her panties. She stepped back, her face reddening again, this time
from the guilt of feeling good from his action.

	"The rest," he said.

	She hooked her thumbs in the top of her panties, trying not to
look at her friends, and pulled her last clothing down and off. As she
stood straight, she sensed as much lust and admiration from her own
people as from these rough gunmen. Some people tried not to look,
others openly stared at her breasts or her pussy lips which were
visible between her thighs. She sensed the wetness of excitement
between her legs.

	Two of the men came over to her and firmly grasped her wrists.
Turning her to face the table, they pulled her down, pinning her
wrists and elbows down to the table and forcing her to bend forward.
She looked downward and saw her breasts nearly touching the table top.

	She saw the legs of the third man approaching her from behind.
She said "No!" and struggled to be free.

	She then heard a cry of "Stop!" and felt a cold pressure
against her clitoris. She knew what it was.

	He said, "There are things to put in you which are good, - and
things to put in you which are bad."

	She felt the coldness slide back and begin to slip into her
vagina. She tensed in fear. this was the bad, for sure.

	He said something to one of the men holding her and the man
put his gun on the table under her, pointing to her pussy. He told her
to hold herself against he muzzle. She obeyed, pressing her clitoris
to the cold tip of the muzzle. Her breasts were brushing over the hand
of the man holding it and she saw his finger on the trigger. She
realized that if his finger twitched, the bullet would go in her
clitoris. She stood helpless, a gun in her pussy and one against her
clitoris. He told her to rub against it and she complied immediately,
because she wanted to rub. Then he slid the gun out of her pussy and
she almost came. Whether because of relief, or the sensation she could
not tell.

	His hot hands were on her hips then and she felt a pressure
against her pussy lips again. this time it was not cold. Then it sank
into her pussy, she felt it go in till it could go no deeper. She bit
her lip to keep from moaning with the pleasure. His strokes were long
at first, but grew shorter as they became more rapid. If she looked
down she could see his balls fly back and forth as he drove rapidly
into her.

	As she looked up she realized that all the people were
watching intently as she was getting fucked. She found herself getting
excited at the thought.

	A groan from behind her was followed by the sensation of sperm
squirting hard into her pussy as he came inside her.

	She couldn't help herself then, and couldn't hide her
throbbing gasps as her own orgasm washed over her.

	This seemed to please him. After a few minutes he said to the
other men, "I do not want this one shot."

	One of the men grumbled at this show of weakness for a woman.
The other man released her wrist and walked in back of her. Suddenly
she felt his hard cock plunge into her cum wetted pussy. She moaned,
then looked up at the leader. He smiled and said,"I only said they
couldn't shoot you with their guns."

	This man was not as slow and deliberate as the leader, but he
pounded harder. She heard one of the people say, "Look at how she
takes his cock. She's enjoying it."

	This embarrassed her. She didn't know it was so obvious. She
felt her pussy contract tightly on his cock as it did when it felt
good and his cock suddenly swelled and another load of cum filled her
pussy.

	When the man withdrew, the man who had grumbled before
released her other wrist and went behind her. She heard him argue with
the man who had just finished.

	Then she felt him slide in. He just held it there. There was a
gasp from the people. She looked back and saw he had not inserted his
cock. He had put in something bad. Looking around in fright, she did
not see the leader. The gun slid in and out slowly. The sensation of
the machine gun barrel going in and out of her was too much. She felt
her orgasm start from deep inside and take her completely. She
wondered what the people thought of her coming from having a deadly
weapon slid into her pussy.

	She heard the man say, "It is good you enjoy this. Now I will
finish you."

	Looking down she saw his finger tighten on the trigger. She
looked up and closed her eyes. Someone said, "He going to shoot her
inside her pussy!" She braced herself for the bullets she knew were
about to go in her pussy.

	The man sighted along the barrel although he knew he didn't
need to. He enjoyed seeing the barrel disappear between the lips of
her pussy, which were pressed tightly around it. He sensed her pussy
squeezing on it so hard it shifted in his hand slightly. His finger
tightened slowly on the trigger.

	A voice behind him called, "Wait! Pig!"

	He was not about to be cheated now when he was so close. He
squeezed the trigger hard. The gun jumped in his hands as a burst of
five bullets went into the girl's pussy. She jumped and cried out. She
was as good as done now, but he squeezed the trigger again and fired
ten more bullets up into her pussy. She quivered and collapsed onto
the table, her pussy fully shot.